American comics: What kind of evil intentions could Batman have?

Chapter 97 The Deafening Roar

Chapter 97 The Deafening Roar

Self, belief, awareness, responsibility, courage, hope—those complex inner emotions.

Boom—

A violent explosion.

You are in the center of trillions of suns.

These ideas are so distant that you can't reach them even with your eyes wide open, yet they breathe right next to you when you try to perceive them.

So you remain silent.

Flames surge past you, shockwaves surge past you, air surges past you, radiation surges past you, breezes and sunlight surge past you.

But there's nothing to stop there.

This is outer space.

The brilliance of the Milky Way and billions of stars permeates the endless light, mingling and flowing through your soul in another form and echo.

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Poison Ivy climbed down from the hemispherical mind-sharing machine, her body swaying slightly.

Harley Quinn, who had been too afraid to disturb her, rushed over and helped her up.

"Batman...Is Batman back?"

Harley shook her head.

She opened her communicator and called out to Lucius, "Hey, you noisy squirrel scientist—"

Is Batman still alive?

"Quickly reduce the plane's altitude!"

The Penguin yelled loudly at the Five-Faced Man, Harvey Dent, then Harvey Dent screamed at the Ventriloquist, and finally the Ventriloquist yelled loudly at the pilot of the plane.

The gangster henchman, acting as the driver, pulled the control lever, and the three gang bosses ended up rolling around on a sofa.

The storm is subsiding.

"How's Batman?"

The penguin was the first to get up, and he asked, still a little dizzy, "Is he still alive?"

Then they heard Harley Quinn's question over the radio.

no respond.

The three of them waited for five or six minutes, but there was still no response.

"Oh God, please let Batman not die," the Penguin said. "Batman is a good man, may the Virgin Mary bless him."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately turned his head away: "Oh, this feels so weird."

Then he turned his head and saw the bat doll in the ventriloquist's hand lying diagonally on the ground, and the ventriloquist was wailing at the toy: "Waaaaah! Bat! How can I live without you!"

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The double...five-faced man, Harvey Dent, was throwing his dice again and again, slapping himself with each throw.

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The Penguin realized that Two-Face's brain had been messed up a bit. Before, when he was Two-Face, he would give himself a multiple-choice question with two options no matter what he did. But now the multiple-choice question had five options, so he was forced to add some meaningless choices in addition to the normal ones.

He's having a run of bad luck lately, repeatedly getting stuck on the option to "slap himself in the face".

The penguin discovered that he was actually the most normal one of the three people present.

He said to Harvey:

"May I ask what your other four options are?"

"[Rushing to Arkham to avenge Batman][Escape from Gotham][Kowtowing to Bane][Howling with the Ventriloquist]"

Harvey Dent, the Five-Faced Man, answered him and then threw his dice again.

Then the Penguin saw him stand up straight, and just as he thought the man was about to rush off to avenge Batman, he saw Harvey walk to the Ventriloquist's side and kneel down beside him.

"Waaaaah, Bat! I can't live without you..."

The penguin blinked.

Then suddenly, the string in my mind snapped.

He suddenly realized that besides praying, there really wasn't much else he could do.

So he knelt down beside Harvey Dent, the Five-Faced Man, and the three mob bosses howled in unison at the Batman doll, "Waaah! Batman! Without you, I can't..."

The plane was suddenly filled with deafening cries.

"Enough! You're all so noisy!"

Harley Quinn's head was throbbing from the wailing of three old men on the comms channel. Her voice blared from the plane's loudspeaker: "You cry every day, day and night, do you think you can cry Bane to death?"

"Waaaaah!" An even louder wail came from the communication channel. It was Mudman. This guy was completely in character, profoundly playing the role of a heartbroken—well, a heartbroken Robin.

"No—Batman! You are the light in my life! You gave me Robin's dream! Your existence redeemed this city; in every darkest midnight, you inspired everyone's direction!"

The real Robin Tim Drake began to doubt himself as he listened over the communication channel.

The mud-faced man was still howling.

"You are the torchbearer, you are the guide, you are the meaning of my life. God and earth! Robin cannot lose Batman, just as the Jews cannot lose Jerusalem!"

He cried even more heartbrokenly than the real Robin; it was so moving that anyone who heard it would be moved to tears. Everyone who heard it would give him a thumbs up and praise him as a filial and good Robin.

Tim, who was already starting to feel a little sad, got goosebumps all over his body after hearing this.

"Don't argue with a madman, don't argue with a madman..."

He hypnotized himself, then took a deep breath, patted his forehead to calm himself down, and turned to ask on the communication channel, "Chief Scientist, have you detected any vital signs in Batman?"

"No," Lucius said in a muffled voice.

"Absolutely not, that doesn't make sense. I believe Batman wouldn't do that, and according to my calculations, it wouldn't either..."

Robin immediately turned to look at Alfred.

He saw the old butler collapse to the ground, his eyes tightly closed, not uttering a single word.

"There shouldn't be any major problems, right?" He immediately turned to the communicator and said, "The life detection equipment won't detect him so quickly; it'll take a while longer, won't it?"

"...That's true."

Robin was unsure whether this was Lucius's way of comforting her or if it was truly the case.

"Is Batman really gone?" Killer Croc said in the channel. "That's good, let's split the bags and go our separate ways."

He muttered, "I'm going back to my Crocodile Gang and going to bite people again. Cheshire Cat, you go back to Africa, get married and have kids. Deadshot, you go back to your hometown and see your daughter. Let's make it five, sell the Batplane, and buy Batman a solid gold coffin."

"Anyway, without Batman, our lives are still the same, aren't they? Nothing changes, and nothing ever will change."

Deadshot looked at him: "What do you mean, Killer Croc?"

"What I mean is, we're going to fucking kill Bane."

The burly thug opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth: "I'm having a great time working for Batman. I've made a lot of money these days, and I'm living a much better life than when I was scavenging for food in the sewers."

He said, "I'm not a good person, and I never will be. But right now I really want to bite Bane's head off."

He said into the communication channel, "Anyone want to come with me?"

(End of this chapter)